The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Maiev Shadowsong, where is Illidan?"

"I don't know, but I know he's usually pretty brave."

"No matter what, he always likes to do what he wants to do, and I can only support him."

"Well, I'm sure you're not the normal Maiev Shadowsong, but an alternative Maiev Shadowsong."

"Farion and others: It seems that there is no difference whether this is said or not. "

"Be alert, someone is approaching us quietly!"

Holding the new battle axe, Varok looked around carefully and said, "Great Chief, is it the Alliance?"

"I don't know, but he must have come here to target us."

He stood alert with his longbow in hand, but Halduron didn't notice where he was.

He asked, "Who is he, Chief?"

"He He……"

"Sylvanas Windrunner, it's been almost seven years since that time in Northrend."

"And it has been nearly fourteen years since we first met."

A deep male voice that made all who knew of his evil deeds particularly alert the warriors of the tribe.

If it was him, then he must be...

"A few years, just a few years, do you think you can defeat me now?"

"Twenty years have passed since the Dark Portal opened. You have become a banshee under my command."

Walking slowly, the Lich King Arthas appeared in the distance.

These woods...the "plains" left after the destruction of war could not stop him from moving forward.

He took one step at a time, and the land of frost spread.

"Twenty-seven years after the Dark Portal opened, you came to me with your vengeful rage."

"That day, was it just like this day?"

Just like in the past, he was not in a hurry.

He approached the two ladies in the center of the imaging hall, who were very close to him... the disobedient one.

Only this time, the blonde Jaina was not there, and Sylvanas was still as beautiful as before.

But the murderous aura around him, even though he was unarmed, told her and her tribe about it.

He prefers the undead Scourge who obey him rather than the rebels who disobey him.

Crown of Domination - It can be seen that Bolvar and Darion have all failed in the current Icecrown Citadel.

Frostmourne in its scabbard - this soul-devouring sword once again appeared in Azeroth, where many artifacts had lost their original effectiveness.

Arthas Menethil - his body... lying dormant. Did he never die in the Frozen Throne?

What is that Shadow Realm and the soul that Sylvanas has seen?

His last conscience?

"Lich King, what exactly do you want to do?!"

“Hahahahahaha!”

Holding the hilt of the sword hanging on his left waist with his right hand, the Lich King said: "Do you miss Frostmourne, my dark ranger?"

"You...don't even think about it!"

"Don't even think about it. I've always liked this word very much."

Slowly drawing his sword, the Lich King said, "Every time I see your helpless yet painful expression."

"It will all satisfy me very much... Do you remember my torture?"

Recall the day when King Arthas returned to Lordaeron to purify what was left of Lordaeron.

But once more people run away, wouldn’t the person who is not doing his job well in the cutscene be the one who is absent?

Kel'Thuzad is reporting, King Arthas is angry, and the dark ranger will be tortured.

Killing people, doing things that she instinctively refused to submit to, was a kind of dark "enjoyment" and a darkness that she trampled on.

"After everything we've been through... at the end of the day, you've caught up with me."

"You used your so-called people as tools for your revenge."

"You are once again using your so-called people as tools for what you think is your future."

"You call yourself a fighter for freedom, but you keep resurrecting those you consider to be 'lackeys'."

"Those living beings who annoy you, or even... hinder your thoughts."

The Banshee Queen, Warchief of the Horde, Queen of the Undercity... Sylvanas Windrunner.

Her scarlet eyes had never flashed more quickly or brightly than they did now.

She clearly sees further, so why don't the living and the dead understand her?

Drawing her longbow, she said, "Arthas, I will never be you!"

At this moment, it is just like the past.

The Ranger General and her team received delayed news from the "closed-off" kingdom.

The Prince of Lordaeron, who had become a Death Knight, appeared before her compatriots with the filthy Undead Scourge in her eyes.

She drew her bow towards him and he smiled at her, both of them just like that first time they met.

He was not a human child who had accidentally arrived in Quel'Thalas as a child.

She is not a Quel'dorei who needs to compare herself to her sister and wants to take over the position of Ranger General from their mother.

With a premeditated invasion, the corrupted prince of Lordaeron...

"Sylvanas Windrunner, you are still as annoying as ever."

Holding Frostmourne, which exuded a soul-stirring aura, Arthas said: "It's done."

"Face me again, is there anything wrong with admitting it?"

At this moment, cold wind and snow fell from the sky, making Varok and others feel extremely threatened.

Even six years ago...now is the thirty-third year since the opening of the Dark Portal.

However, in many ways, now is the thirty-fourth year since the opening of the Dark Portal.

"I am going to kill you!"

Taking out the arrow that had been "hidden" for many years, Sylvanas shot it out just like the day she gained her freedom.

Every moment, she remembered what Arthas had done to her, to her people, to her countrymen!

Kah, it’s different from the betrayal that time.

As the Lich King, Arthas was not caught off guard, but cut off "the arrow" with one sword.

It made him even weaker, and he suffered countless pains on the way to Northrend.

"kill me?"

Instead of rushing to attack, Arthas walked slowly towards the group of tribesmen who dared not move rashly.

"Are you going to bring the living people you hate and kill me like you did in the past?"

"My revenge will finally come to an end today."

Suddenly there was no anger, and Sylvanas was as calm as Arthas.

"Come on, Windrunner... let me see what you can do after you die."

Arthas clenched his left fist and sneered, "Do you think I don't know?"

"I despise them, but you want to be their 'slave' and submit to them!"

"I will never surrender to anyone!"

Black air shrouded her clenched fists. Sylvanas wanted to order the Horde warriors to attack.

He was killed instantly by the word "surrender".

No one, no one can make her live a life of submission!

"But aren't you asking your 'people' to submit to you?"

"Your will cannot be disobeyed, just like your command to me can never be disobeyed!"

With a wave of the sword and a finger at Sylvanas, the ability to control the undead emerged from Frostmourne.

He is not the same person he was in the past. He is now the legendary Lich King.

"Submit to me again, my Dark Ranger!"

"No, never!"

Huh, Sylvanas empowered by the Val'kyr.

Just like she did when she went north to Northrend in the past, she rushed to the front line to destroy the forces of Arthas!

"The Warchief needs our help!"

When Varok and the others charged, Arthas used a sword to block the Dark Ranger, who looked particularly ferocious in his eyes.

At this moment, she was neither the Banshee Queen nor the chieftain of the tribe.

She is Sylvanas Windrunner, the dark ranger destined to seek revenge on Arthas.

"Your strength seems to have only become a little stronger."

Taking the time to stretch out his left hand and pinch, Arthas taunted Sylvanas once again.

Her power is just...

"For Dranosh!"

"Die, monster!"

Boom! Extremely cold frost shot out from the tip of Frostmourne.

In an instant, it covered Varok Saurfang who was jumping and slashing, causing him to fall.

This is temporary, but extremely useful.

Then, Arthas stretched his arms to both sides, and his strength made the wind and snow blow harder, more painfully, faster and bigger.

A strong gust of air blew away Sylvanas and the Horde warriors who were trying to attack him.

They were powerless to stop it, just like the plague and various invasions before the defeat of the Lich King, which they were powerless to stop in the first place.

"Hahahahahaha, I will enjoy your wailing before you die!"

"Wake up, war spirits wandering here!"

With Sylvanas's bloodshot eyes, Arthas stabbed down with his sword.

Click, click, click. The souls of the resurrected warriors appeared around the tribe.

"Go to hell, intruder!"

"Kill them and avenge my friend Rick!"

"No, my child!"

"You will pay with blood!"

……

"Ghosts, we are not afraid of you, fire!"

"You are looking for death, open fire!"

"If I kill you once, I can kill you a second time!"

"Revenge, I also want to avenge my brother Black Axe!"

……

"Warriors of the tribe, don't panic, form a battle line!"

As tribal leaders such as Varok and Halduron raised their war blades, groups of returning tribes gathered around them.

Under their command, the chaos was only temporary.

However, Goblins and other Azerite weapon operators.

Faced with ghosts, they fired...some even dared not to fire.

Bombing from a distance is a different thrill than seeing it with your own eyes.

Most of the operators, driving their mechas or holding guns, came to the main force.

"Arthas!"

The ferocious Sylvanas did not join the main force, but became even more crazy.

Since Zoval broke the agreement, she no longer needs to continue the previous cooperation.

If death was to prevail over all living things, then there was nothing she needed to do.

Revenge, revenge on Arthas, is what she thinks about day and night in the past, present and future!

"Hahahahahaha!"

He slashed back with his sword and kicked Sylvanas in the stomach, knocking her down.

"what!"

"You monster!"

Arthas grabbed Sylvanas' throat with his left hand.

This set of movements is very easy for Arthas.

A dark ranger prone to fits of rage, she has numerous weaknesses.

This is what Uther told him, and this is what Uther told him by repelling him again and again.

Being strong is being strong, but staying calm is the safest thing to do.

Sylvanas is strong, but she is really weak because she has lost her mind and is frequently injured.

Gaining power that does not belong to you is not without cost... She is too far away from the Val'kyr.

Without Val'kyr, how could she walk a few steps without the willpower after being so severely injured? !

"Val'kyr: Mistress, the soul of Arthas Menethil is still in the Jailer's vault."

Boom! With the arrival of several Val'kyr, Sylvanas' momentum surged, and she instantly forced Arthas back.

"Monster...are you lying to me?!"

For a moment, Sylvanas felt as if she was poured with cold water and calmed down instantly.

At least in this case, Val'kyr and Zorval had no need to deceive her.

"cheat?"

With a sneer, Arthas took off the Crown of Domination.

The white hair fluttering in the wind, and everything that belonged to Arthas Menethil, made Sylvanas tremble.

It’s him…it’s him…it’s really him!

Arthas Menethil!!

How is it possible, why would they deceive me? !

"Ah!" (Banshee's scream)

"The Devouring Abyss cannot trap me."

Holding the Crown of Domination and laughing at himself, Arthas looked down at the magic sword that automatically returned to his waist and said, "Hahaha!"

"Even the Burning Legion can't control me, and you actually think the Maw can trap me!"

"Ah!!" (An even harsher scream)

At this moment, the power of death responded to Sylvanas's anger and revenge.

"hostess?!"

"Why?!"

"No!"

These Val'kyr fell together, and their power was forcibly taken away by Sylvanas one by one.

The powerful force "painted" magic patterns on a body that was not strong enough to bear it...

Is she turning into a monster?!

"I don't want my servant to turn into that ugly monster."

Before he finished his words, Arthas delivered an extremely terrifying punch, hitting the red crystal on the "monster's" chest.

Crack! The red crystal was taken away by Arthas and crushed easily.

At the same time, the black blood of the undead flowed out from Sylvanas' body.

"you……"

Dali's left hand once again grabbed Sylvanas' throat, and even the black blood could not stop it.

She was not calm enough, her whole body was full of flaws, and she couldn't even maintain her "protective qi".

Even though she was fragile, she actually saw pity in Arthas's blue eyes when he was not wearing the Crown of Domination.

No... He is pitying me...

Sylvanas tried to pry the big hand open with both hands, seeming to forget the pain in her neck.

"It's ridiculous that you would pity me!"

"Wrong, I just saw a humble and weak elf."

"You said I was weak?!"

Amidst this sound, there was a sound as if the cervical vertebrae in the neck were cracking.

"You said I was humble?!"

Once again, Sylvanas relied on an outside force... her own power.

Blood was coming out of her eyes, mouth and nose... She was covered in blood and once again returned to her previous hideous appearance.

No, until now, the fire of revenge burning in her body was as bright as the two moons in the sky.

With the possibility of her body breaking into pieces, Sylvanas, covered in blood, slowly pried open the big hand that showed no surprise at all.

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Arthas Menethil!"

"Ah."

Swish, Frostmourne once again pierced into the wound on Sylvanas' body - the fatal wound that Frostmourne had once given her.

"So, it's all over."